"But I shall be there, I tell you."
"But if you should happen to be called away; if you should be otherwise engaged; if you should forget!"
Dixmer laid particular stress on these last words, "if you should forget."
"But since I promise you—"
"No; besides it would compromise you. They would see you speaking to me; and, in short, it does not suit me. I therefore prefer a pass."
"Impossible!"
"Then, dear sir, I will speak; and we shall both take a ride together to the Place de la Révolution."
The registrar, bewildered, stupefied, half-dead with terror, signed a pass for a "citizen."
Dixmer rose and went out precipitately to take his station in the judgment-hall, where we have already seen him. The rest is known to us.